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She Laughed And Danced With The Thought Of Death In Her Heart.

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She Laughed And Danced With The Thought Of Death In Her Heart.

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A Mermaid Has Not An Immortal Soul, Nor Can She Obtain One Unless She Wins The Love Of A Human Being. On The Power Of Another Hangs Her Eternal Destiny.

Many, Many Steeples Would Have To Be Stacked One On Top Of Another To Reach From The Bottom To The Surface Of The Sea.

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Everything You Look At Can Become A Fairy Tale And You Can Get A Story From Everything You Touch.

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A Human Life Is A Story Told By God.

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Enjoy Life. There's Plenty Of Time To Be Dead.

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Life Is Like A Beautiful Melody, Only The Lyrics Are Messed Up.

How Little Do The Wisest Among Us Know Of That Which Is So Important To Us All.

Every Man's Life Is A Fairy Tale Written By God's Fingers.

Every Town, Like Every Man, Has Its Own Countenance; They Have A Common Likeness And Yet Are Different; One Keeps In His Mind All Their Peculiar Touches.

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He Looked At The Little Maiden, And She Looked At Him; And He Felt That He Was Melting Away, But He Still Managed To Keep Himself Erect, Shouldering His Gun Bravely. A Door Was Suddenly Opened, The Draught Caught The Little Dancer And She Fluttered Like A Sylph, Straight Into The Fire, To The Soldier, Blazed Up And Was Gone! By This Time The Soldier Was Reduced To A Mere Lump, And When The Maid Took Away The Ashes Next Morning She Found Him, In The Shape Of A Small Tin Heart. All That Was Left Of The Dancer Was Her Spangle, And That Was Burnt As Black As A Coal.

I Only Appear To Be Dead.

Then He Rustled His Feathers, Curved His Slender Neck, And Cried Joyfully, From The Depths Of His Heart, 'i Never Dreamed Of Such Happiness As This, While I Was An Ugly Duckling.

I Have Gone Through The Most Terrible Affair That Could Possibly Happen; Only Imagine, My Shadow Has Gone Mad; I Suppose Such A Poor, Shallow Brain, Could Not Bear Much; He Fancies That He Has Become A Real Man, And That I Am His Shadow.

To Move, To Breathe, To Fly, To Float, To Gain All While You Give, To Roam The Roads Of Lands Remote, To Travel Is To Live.

Each Time I Think That The Song Is Ended ... Something Higher And Better Begins For Me.

It Is Out Of Reality That The Most Peculiar Tale Of All Is Born ... Some Call Me The Elder Granny, Others - The Dryad, But My Real Name Is Memory. It Is I Who Sits On A Tree That Keeps On Growing, And Growing, It Is I Who Reminisces And Tells Stories.

Then She Saw A Star Fall, Leaving Behind It A Bright Streak Of Fire. “someone Is Dying,” Thought The Little Girl, For Her Old Grandmother, The Only One Who Had Ever Loved Her, And Who Was Now Dead, Had Told Her That When A Star Falls, A Soul Was Going Up To God.

Many, Many Steeples Would Have To Be Stacked One On Top Of Another To Reach From The Bottom To The Surface Of The Sea.

Well, Yes: People Write Poems When They Are In Love, But A Wise Man Will Not Print Them.

Every Man's Life Is A Fairy Tale Written By God's Fingers.

Nothing Is Too High For A Man To Reach, But He Must Climb With Care And Confidence

Now, If We Only Had As Many Casks Of Butter As There Are People Here, Then I Would Eat Lots Of Butter!

Every Town, Like Every Man, Has Its Own Countenance; They Have A Common Likeness And Yet Are Different; One Keeps In His Mind All Their Peculiar Touches.

Sharp Knives Seemed To Cut Her Delicate Feet, Yet She Hardly Felt Them, So Deep Was The Pain In Her Heart. She Could Not Forget That This Was The Last Night She Would Ever See The One For Whom She Had Left Her Home And Family, Had Given Up Her Beautiful Voice, And Had Day By Day Endured Unending Torment, Of Which He Knew Nothing At All. An Eternal Night Awaited Her.

To Be Born In A Duck's Nest, In A Farmyard, Is Of No Consequence To A Bird, If It Is Hatched From A Swan's Egg.

Just Living Is Not Enough... One Must Have Sunshine, Freedom, And A Little Flower.

I Never Dreamed Of So Much Happiness When I Was The Ugly Duckling!

My Life Will Be The Best Illustration Of All My Work.

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Far Away, Where The Swallows Take Refuge In Winter, Lived A King Who Had Eleven Sons And One Daughter, Elise. The Eleven Brothers--they Were All Princes--used To Go To School With Stars On Their Breasts And Swords At Their Sides. They Wrote Upon Golden Slates With Diamond Pencils, And Could Read Just As Well Without A Book As With One, So There Was No Mistake About Their Being Princes. Their Sister Elise Sat Upon A Little Footstool Of Looking-glass, And She Has A Picture-book Which Had Cost The Half Of A Kingdom. Oh, These Children Were Very Happy; But It Was Not To Last Thus Forever.

Most Of The People Who Will Walk After Me Will Be Children, So Make The Beat Keep Time With Short Steps.

Every Step You Take Will Feel As If You Were Treading Upon Knife Blades So Sharp That Blood Must Flow. I Am Willing To Help You, But Are You Willing To Suffer All This?" "yes," The Little Mermaid Said In A Trembling Voice, As She Thought Of The Prince And Of Gaining A Human Soul.

He Found Whole Figures Which Represented A Written Word; But He Never Could Manage To Represent Just The Word He Wanted - That Word Was 'eternity', And The Snow Queen Had Said, "if You Can Discover That Figure, You Shall Be Your Own Master, And I Will Make You A Present Of The Whole World And A Pair Of New Skates." But He Could Not Find It Out.

Happy Domestic Life Is Like A Beautiful Summer's Evening; The Heart Is Filled With Peace; And Everything Around Derives A Peculiar Glory.

If You Looked Down To The Bottom Of My Soul, You Would Understand Fully The Source Of My Longing And – Pity Me. Even The Open, Transparent Lake Has Its Unknown Depths, Which No Divers Know.

Each Soldier Was The Living Image Of The Others, But There Was One Who Was A Bit Different. He Had Only One Leg, For He Was The Last To Be Cast And The Tin Had Run Out. Still, There He Stood, Just As Steadfast On His One Leg As The Others On Their Two; And He Is The Tin Soldier We Are Going To Hear About.

To Be Of Use To The World Is The Only Way To Be Happy.

Brave Soldier, Never Fear. Even Though Your Death Is Near.

To Travel Is To Live.

Far Out In The Ocean, Where The Water Is As Blue As The Prettiest Cornflower, And As Clear As Crystal, It Is Very, Very Deep; So Deep, Indeed, That No Cable Could Fathom It: Many Church Steeples, Piled One Upon Another, Would Not Reach From The Ground Beneath To The Surface Of The Water Above. There Dwell The Sea King And His Subjects.

Well, Yes: People Write Poems When They Are In Love, But A Wise Man Will Not Print Them.

Human Beings, On The Contrary, Have A Soul Which Lives Forever, Lives After The Body Has Been Turned To Dust. It Rises Up Through The Clear, Pure Air Beyond The Glittering Stars.

‎"does All The Beauty Of The World Stop When You Die?" "no," Said The Old Oak; "it Will Last Much Longer - Longer Than I Can Even Think Of." "well, Then," Said The Little May-fly, "we Have The Same Time To Live; Only We Reckon Differently.

Being Born In A Duck Yard Does Not Matter, If Only You Are Hatched From A Swan's Egg.

No, The Light Is Too Intense; We Do Not Yet Have Eyes That Can See All The Glory God Has Created. But Maybe Someday We Will Have Such Eyes. That Will Be The Most Wonderful Fairy Tale Of All, For We Ourselves Will Be Part Of It.

It Is Out Of Reality That The Most Peculiar Tale Of All Is Born ... Some Call Me The Elder Granny, Others - The Dryad, But My Real Name Is Memory. It Is I Who Sits On A Tree That Keeps On Growing, And Growing, It Is I Who Reminisces And Tells Stories.

Far Away, Where The Swallows Take Refuge In Winter, Lived A King Who Had Eleven Sons And One Daughter, Elise. The Eleven Brothers--they Were All Princes--used To Go To School With Stars On Their Breasts And Swords At Their Sides. They Wrote Upon Golden Slates With Diamond Pencils, And Could Read Just As Well Without A Book As With One, So There Was No Mistake About Their Being Princes. Their Sister Elise Sat Upon A Little Footstool Of Looking-glass, And She Has A Picture-book Which Had Cost The Half Of A Kingdom. Oh, These Children Were Very Happy; But It Was Not To Last Thus Forever.

Every Time A Good Child Dies, An Angel Of God Comes Down To Earth. He Takes The Child In His Arms, Spreads Out His Great White Wings, And Flies With It All Over The Places The Child Loved On Earth. The Angel Plucks A Large Handful Of Flowers, And They Carry It With Them Up To God, Where The Flowers Bloom More Brightly Than They Ever Did On Earth.

Mermaids Have No Tears, And So They Suffer All The More.

But The Emperor Has Nothing At All On!

But Shouldn't All Of Us On Earth Give The Best We Have To Others And Offer Whatever Is In Our Power?

We Haven't Yet Got Eyes That Can Gaze Into All The Splendour That God Has Created, But We Shall Get Them One Day; And That Will Be The Finest Fairy Tale Of All, For We Shall Be In It Ourselves.

Death Walks Faster Than The Wind And Never Returns What He Has Taken.

The Wiser A Man Becomes, The More He Will Read, And Those Who Are Wisest Read Most.

My Life Will Be The Best Illustration Of All My Work.

Creative Process

Everything You Look At Can Become A Fairy Tale And You Can Get A Story From Everything You Touch.

Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.

I Only Appear To Be Dead.

Life Itself Is The Most Wonderful Fairy Tale.

Famous Inspirational

Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.

He Found Whole Figures Which Represented A Written Word; But He Never Could Manage To Represent Just The Word He Wanted - That Word Was 'eternity', And The Snow Queen Had Said, "if You Can Discover That Figure, You Shall Be Your Own Master, And I Will Make You A Present Of The Whole World And A Pair Of New Skates." But He Could Not Find It Out.

The Whole World Is A Series Of Miracles, But We're So Used To Them We Call Them Ordinary Things.

Brave Soldier, Never Fear. Even Though Your Death Is Near.

She Laughed And Danced With The Thought Of Death In Her Heart.

Thoughts Of Death

In The Days Of Moses And The Prophets Such A Man Would Have Been Counted Among The Wise Men Of The Land; In The Middle Ages He Would Have Been Burned At The Stake.

Time Is So Fleeting That If We Do Not Remember God In Our Youth, Age May Find Us Incapable Of Thinking Of Him.

Now, If We Only Had As Many Casks Of Butter As There Are People Here, Then I Would Eat Lots Of Butter!

There Was Once A Bundle Of Matches, And They Were Frightfully Proud Because Of Their High Origin. Their Family Tree, That Is To Say The Great Pine Tree Of Which They Were Each A Little Splinter, Had Been The Giant Of The Forest.

No, The Light Is Too Intense; We Do Not Yet Have Eyes That Can See All The Glory God Has Created. But Maybe Someday We Will Have Such Eyes. That Will Be The Most Wonderful Fairy Tale Of All, For We Ourselves Will Be Part Of It.

I Have Shed Pewter Tears! It Is Too Melancholy! Rather Let Me Go To The Wars And Lose Arms And Legs! It Would At Least Be A Change. I Cannot Bear It Longer! Now, I Know What It Is To Have A Visit From One's Old Thoughts, With What They May Bring With Them! I Have Had A Visit From Mine, And You May Be Sure It Is No Pleasant Thing In The End; I Was At Last About To Jump Down From The Drawers.

I Never Dreamed Of So Much Happiness When I Was The Ugly Duckling!

It Was Clear To Me, As I Glanced Back Over My Earlier Life, That A Loving Providence Watched Over Me, That All Was Directed For Me By A Higher Power.

Nothing Is Too High For A Man To Reach, But He Must Climb With Care And Confidence

Just Living Is Not Enough... One Must Have Sunshine, Freedom, And A Little Flower.

It Is The Power Of Thought That Gives Man Power Over Nature.

Positive Thinking

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.

Almighty God, Thee Only Have I; Thou Steerest My Fate, I Must Give Myself Up To Thee! Give Me A Livelihood! Give Me A Bride! My Blood Wants Love, As My Heart Does!

If You Looked Down To The Bottom Of My Soul, You Would Understand Fully The Source Of My Longing And – Pity Me. Even The Open, Transparent Lake Has Its Unknown Depths, Which No Divers Know.

Farewell, Farewell," Said The Swallow, With A Heavy Heart, As He Left The Warm Countries, To Fly Back Into Denmark. There He Had A Nest Over The Window Of A House In Which Dwelt The Writer Of Fairy Tales. The Swallow Sang "tweet, Tweet," And From His Song Came The Whole Story.

To Be Born In A Duck's Nest, In A Farmyard, Is Of No Consequence To A Bird, If It Is Hatched From A Swan's Egg.

But The Emperor Has Nothing At All On!

Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals Come From Unsympathetic Homes.

One Cannot Quite Trust The Word Of Potted Flowers," Thought The Butterfly; "they Have Too Much To Do With Men.

And The Top Spoke No More Of His Old Love; For That Dies Away When The Beloved Objects Has Lain For Five Years In A Roof Gutter And Got Wet Through; Yes, One Does Not Know Her Again When One Meets Her In The Dust Box.

To Travel Is To Live.

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.

A Human Life Is A Story Told By God.

And The Top Spoke No More Of His Old Love; For That Dies Away When The Beloved Objects Has Lain For Five Years In A Roof Gutter And Got Wet Through; Yes, One Does Not Know Her Again When One Meets Her In The Dust Box.

Happy Domestic Life Is Like A Beautiful Summer's Evening; The Heart Is Filled With Peace; And Everything Around Derives A Peculiar Glory.

‎"does All The Beauty Of The World Stop When You Die?" "no," Said The Old Oak; "it Will Last Much Longer - Longer Than I Can Even Think Of." "well, Then," Said The Little May-fly, "we Have The Same Time To Live; Only We Reckon Differently.

But Shouldn't All Of Us On Earth Give The Best We Have To Others And Offer Whatever Is In Our Power?

Don't Ask Me How I Am! I Understand Nothing More!

Far Out In The Ocean, Where The Water Is As Blue As The Prettiest Cornflower, And As Clear As Crystal, It Is Very, Very Deep; So Deep, Indeed, That No Cable Could Fathom It: Many Church Steeples, Piled One Upon Another, Would Not Reach From The Ground Beneath To The Surface Of The Water Above. There Dwell The Sea King And His Subjects.

She Thought, "he Whom I Love More Than My Father Or Mother, He Of Whom I Am Always Thinking, And In Whose Hands I Would So Willingly Trust My Lifelong Happiness. I Dare Do Anything To Win Him And To Gain An Immortal Soul.

The Sun Shines Upon Good And Bad Alike.

Being Born In A Duck Yard Does Not Matter, If Only You Are Hatched From A Swan's Egg.

Some Are Created For Beauty, And Some For Use; And There Are Some Which One Can Do Without Altogether.

Don't Ask Me How I Am! I Understand Nothing More!

We Haven't Yet Got Eyes That Can Gaze Into All The Splendour That God Has Created, But We Shall Get Them One Day; And That Will Be The Finest Fairy Tale Of All, For We Shall Be In It Ourselves.

Then He Rustled His Feathers, Curved His Slender Neck, And Cried Joyfully, From The Depths Of His Heart, 'i Never Dreamed Of Such Happiness As This, While I Was An Ugly Duckling.

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